But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. “Admirably, thank you,” Anna answered. Well, I've had to be. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. ” “Coffee! Bah!” The newcomer picked her way across the floor with daintily uplifted skirts, and subsided into a deck chair of stretched canvas. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. CHAPTER II.
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